(Photo by George Huang)
By: Sameen Salahuddin
The sun sought to hide behind the mountains as the stars ascended and the night took over. Little by little, the rain began trickling in.
Night and Rain
Rain and Night.
They co-existed between the forces of nature, co-existed together, until nature made them part ways, until they were forced apart. Left with small reminders of the other. The scent of the earth enveloping the Night, gently caressing it with small reminders until the Rain came to a halt.
As suddenly as she had come, As suddenly she had fleeted.
She longed to stay for more.
But Alas, Love is temperamental, so unreasonable, so unpredictable. Love wraps around them with small fits of joy, lets out a cloud of giggle, a snow of bliss, but then shifts, becomes a blizzard of resentment. A hail of hatred. A storm of anguish.
But they’re love is the gentle touch of wind, It is the Aura of the earth bundling up with the little tremors of the night sky, With the pitter-patter of the rain surrounding them. A cacophony of silence mixed with a brewing storm of thoughts, Of the little sounds of nature rising up to welcome them both.
Rain comes, Night comes, They both seek to be a part of the realm of Earth, but they’re Love makes the Earth burn with a life, Burn with life.
It’s simple, A little drop of rain and a small piece of the Night taken together, wrapped together. Gently resting together in the arms of one another, quenching their thirst for one another. Their souls mingled together to allow a sense of serenity to push them together, To lay gently across the world like a blanket.
But there are nights. Nights, where Night and Rain argue, where they’re little world, begins to falter, shake and shake, Where the winds howl and cry, push against everything to say what they keep buried inside themselves, When the thunder causes a rumble in the sky and the ground, When the lightning comes down in their lover’s (thunders) steed. They’re aggressiveness, the voice of reason. They’re calamity bringing a sense of purpose. A wonderful mix of contradictions taking them by the shoulder and telling them to stop. To pause. To think and wonder and remember.
And remember they do. Together, separate. Distance holds no weight when they will come running back to each other. When they remember why they held on to the soul of the other for very long.
For you see, the Night was lonely, always a little lonely, She had the stars and the moon, but they had each other. The world was silent in her wake, Asleep, Only they’re dreams held by the wind dragging across her face, a reminder of the living. A reminder of what she was guarding. She was not like Day, the world was not hers. Only their memories, hopes, and dreams were.
Rain would argue, say, “Aren’t memories hopes and dreams what make humans up? Are they not the true essence of people?”
Rain was right.
Struggle, she did. But it was a few words of reminders, a few words of understanding, and her world made a little sense.
Rain mingled and danced (Except for when she was mad), she had seen a world with people, a world without people. She had seen violence and She had seen peace. She had seen fights and she had seen love.
(But then, you could say Night had too. But Night had watched from a distance while Rain had let everything touch her. Had chose to let it all strangle her until she could safely take a step back and be free)
Rain had seen love but Rain had never felt Love. Love of her own.
Night and Rain did not belong on the opposite ends of the spectrum, They existed a bit neutrally, they’re territories overlapping, Rain came in the Day and rain came in the Night. And Night only met Rain when it was night.
See, You would think Rain was primarily a sad being, but no. Rain was a joyful, filled with life. She was bristling with emotions, she ran free through the realms, through the days and years, she was not one to be kept, not one to be constrained. She echoed. She was remembered.
But there came times when even Rain felt down, When even Rain craved for comfort, craved
for a hug, to be held.
It was how they had met, you see. When Rain had felt gloomy rather than furious or gleeful. The Earth could tell. The Stars could tell. The Night could tell.
Night had always found Rain to be pretty. Had always admired her from afar. Rain brought freshness from the heavens, A soft wave of calm, A song for the soul. It washes away the pain and sorrow, its melody bringing serenity. She was a beauty.
Night had always found Rain to be pretty, so when Rain was rather gloomy, she wanted to make her happy.
Except...She didn’t quite know-how.
(Not yet, at least)
It was a whisper in the wind, a little voice, speaking softly that guided them both together, sitting atop the little crescent moon. (The little voice might have been faith, might have been faith showing a little mercy and offering a small piece of happiness, but hush, we won’t know for sure).
A silver of moonlight encompassed them, surrounded them. Poured over them as they sat, shoulder to shoulder, their hair twirling together. And despite the awkwardness that waved around them...the budding relationship was more comforting and warm.
(Their conversations remain a secret between them, the only thing you need to know is that that one night shifted into countless others and they’re little giggles and whispers turned into hugs and soft kisses and more)
They’re meeting was due to chance (or due to faith) but to be together was their choice. And so when it rained during the night then it was because they missed each other's presence. It was because they wanted to take the other’s hand and dance under the starry sky as the water splashed around them.
(And they did).
For you see, Rain and Night were two souls encapsulated by the whirlwind of nature, Two girls who had held hands in a life before, Two girls holding hand still.
(And even will, in a next life).
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